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When Anne woke up on this fine Tuesday morning, with her girlfriend beside her and the sun shining brightly on her window, she honestly thought today was just going to be a day like any other.
She had already her schedule planned on her mind: she’ll get up and make breakfast for her and Marcy before they both had to go to their respective offices; then, she will check in with Snapper and go downtown to take those follow up interviews about the reconstruction efforts for that alien attack from last month; she might even take two birds with one stone and do a small patrol lap as Supergirl to hurry things on, because then she’ll be able to go to L-Corp and have lunch with Marcy.
And see, that’s when she fucked up. For thinking that her life would let her have a simple and idyllic day for fucking once .
She jinxed herself.
(She vaguely thinks that Marcy’s way of thinking has been rubbing off on her a bit.)
So, of course when she’s suited up and is reporting on “another easy patrol” is that they hear the tell-tale sound of something entering the planet’s atmosphere.
“You just HAD to say it, didn’t you?” Sprig taunts her on her comm piece.
“UGH shut UP. There was literally NOTHING for HOURS.” She groans back, already flying in the general direction of the unidentified object.
He’s always insufferable about superstitions. Even more when they coincidentally , sort of, kinda right.
“iNiDiR IsY pItRiL ñiñiñi” He keeps up, and Anne can hear him getting ready in the background of him being a little shit .
“By Rao, fine! Stars above I won’t say it again on patrol. Happy??” She heard a crash while mid-flight.
“Will BOTH of you SHUT UP?” Polly buts in, making them both shut up for a bit. “Thank you. Supergirl, I’m checking the satellite’s image, and it seems to be a spacecraft of some sort. It almost looks like-”
But Anne doesn’t let her finish. She is almost there and with her enhanced sight can see it clearly.
“It looks like our pods.” Like Clark’s and her’s. The design of it so familiar it makes her stop mid air.
“Shit. Supergirl-” Sprig starts, torn between responding like a DEO Agent and responding like her brother.
“Give me- Give me 10 minutes. Don’t move no one yet. Just. Just let me check it out first.” Anne tells them.
“An- Supergirl I don’t think-” “Absolutely not-” both her siblings start at the same time, protective instincts flaring up.
“I’ll keep my comms on. I won’t go M.I.A. on you both. Please, just give me 10 minutes.” She ends up pleading.
All three of them stay in silence for half a minute. Until Sprig sighs loudly, resigned.
“Fine. Okay, but you have 5 minutes. And if you take any longer, or I hear something I don’t like in that time, I’m moving in. Alright?” He tells her sternly and leaves no room to argue.
“I’ll take it” She tells him, as she starts speeding up, it’s a good compromise.
Accidentally she ends up slightly breaking the sound barrier. Just a little. But enough that there’s a-
BOOM!
-When she lands.
Anne’s not sure if landing straight in front of the pod is a good idea, so she chooses to err on the side of caution, and lands still a couple of hundred feet away. Not too far, but not too close, she thinks.
There’s two figures outside of the pod. One shorter than the other. They look… humanoid.
As stupid as it might seem, she did not want to activate her enhanced eyesight. Not yet. She feels some foolish hope, with each trembling step she takes closer to the pod.
It’s only when she’s close enough that she sees her.
12 years had passed. Since their fight. Since they last saw each other.
She always thought she'd be dead by now.
But here she is, the Daxamite princess on Earth, swaying as she puts herself between Anne and the shorter figure, in a move so familiar it shakes her to her core with nostalgia.
Sasha Lar-Grand sways before her, eyes wide as she gasps.
“...Anne?” Her voice breaks. And had Anne not had super hearing she might have not even heard her.
“...Saha?” She frowned as she called out. Anne is having… very conflicting feelings right now.
Sasha flinches a bit, making Anne frown harder. She remembers how disorienting a crash like that can be. She needs to bring them in for a medical check-up.
As she’s worrying without her own consent, Sasha blinks a bit and speaks again.
“...yeah. I'm- I don't. We don't know where we are.” She tells her, so lost and awkward that Anne can only feel pity for her.
She remembers herself, much younger and arriving on a strange planet. She sighs.
“Welcome to Earth.”
—
Anne thought it would be more efficient if Sasha and her companion got inside the pod again and she just. Lifted all of it to take it straight into the DEO.
So that’s exactly what they did.
As soon as the three arrived, she went straight to Yunan and Sprig. Imagine her surprise of finding them along with Marcy and Polly.
“Supergirl. What happened?” Asked the Director upon her return.
Anne suddenly had 4 sets of eyes staring at her. Feeling shy for a split second, before remembering the suit she was wearing.
“Okay so.” Anne started, grimacing and fiddling with her hands.
“You know her.” Said Sprig. It wasn’t a question.
Anne could only nod. Thoughts zooming through her head as she was processing the recents events herself.
“I- I know her. I don’t know her companion, though I’m pretty sure he’s a Phibian, given that he looks like a giant, humanoid toad.” She sighed, eyes closed as she spoke to them.
“...She’s the Princess you told me about, isn’t she?” Marcy told her.
Anne sighed again. Heavier this time. Sprig and Polly snapped their heads to her after Marcy dropped the bombshell.
“Wait, the Daxamite Princess?” Said Polly
“The “stuck-up, selfish, awful and oh so pretty” Daxamite Princess?” Followed up Sprig.
Anne groaned, loudly. Yunan started to laugh, though she managed to cover it with a cough midway.
The Director cleared her throat, laughing finally receding. “Alright, so what should we expect? Will she demand to be put in charge of the planet and its people?”
Anne frowned at this. She thought back, at her memories of Princess Sasha, prim and proper but also her rebellious streak, how she always had good intentions underneath whatever she did (sometimes very, very deep underneath).
She then turned her head to watch… this Sasha. Following closely as Agent Flour led her and the Phibian to meeting room C. Sasha was subtle, but Anne could see the sheer wonder in her eyes. How she was just taking everything in, all while staying close to her Phibian friend, almost protectively.
Anne herself knew she had changed along the years. Maybe Sasha did too.
But changed into, what, exactly? Was the question.
“I don’t think so. She seemed… lost, when I found them.” She settles on saying. Keeping her ruminations to herself.
Marcy was eyeing her like was the alien with mental powers though, so she gave her girlfriend a small smile.
“We'll talk about it later.” Anne tried to convey. And by the smile Marcy gave her, she got the message.
As the conversation lulls to a slight stop, Agent Flour chooses that moment to approach them.
“Director? Just letting you all know that the… guests, have been checked by medical and are waiting in meeting room C as ordered.” Passing Yunan a file, who flips through it before giving it to Sprig.
She reports formally, though the quick smile she gives when she said “guests” did not escape Anne, who just narrowed her eyes at the Agent.
“Thanks Maddie, anything else to report?” Asks her Sprig, quickly flipping through the new file on his hands.
“Hm. Nothing much. Dr. Loggle gave them both the all clear. They had some very light bruising and scrapes from the crash, which was to be expected…. Although he did say they were, and I quote, “Such good patients. Fully cooperative, and quite honestly the blonde one was very polite. The frog man was also charming in his own way.” end quote.” Again, she reports formally and with a straight face.
Meanwhile, Anne is giving her a pained expression, while her siblings and girlfriend look like this is the best thing they have ever heard.
Yunan, who is just barely keeping her composure, wheezes out “Thank you, Agent. You can leave now.”
Anne gives them all a dead stare, “Alright, let it out now. We have aliens to interrogate.”
All four of them take deep breaths. They are professionals. They could (and will) laugh about everything once they clock out.
They let Anne lead the wait to the meeting room, and a couple of feet before the door she stops and turns to Marcy, shoulders tense and jaw locked.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” She grits out. She’s too emotionally compromised for this. She always was, when it came to Sasha being involved.
As Marcy gently takes her hand, it’s Yunan who pats her on her shoulder and reassures her.
“You don’t have to do anything, Supergirl.” She tells her, tone soft and quiet.
“But-” Anne tries to protest. “She’s Supergirl!” she wants to say “I should be able to talk to someone without losing my mind!”.
“They don’t have to know you told us you knew her. We will have this meeting as if it’s a standard diplomatic one, and whatever reaction they have to information we do or do not have, will still be information to us.” Yunan tells her calmly.
It honestly made sense. Enough that Anne breathed a bit easier.
Though that still did not make the meeting any easier.
She did not know what to expect, but barring the very first interaction of them entering the meeting room, Sasha keeping mostly quiet and her head low wasn’t it.
Things were going fine though. Yunan started with introductions, queuing the other two to do the same.
She was right about the other alien being Phibian, which gives her a small sense of triumph at guessing right.
The feeling doesn’t last. As soon as Sasha opens her mouth, Anne feels her soul go cold.
"I- Sorry. I am Sasha of the One Eyed Clan" Said the blonde, with an ease and simplicity that enraged Anne so much she was shocked by it.
For the first time since crossing the meeting room door, Anne looks at Sasha directly. The other woman looking at Yunan, as if she hadn't done anything wrong.
As if she hadn't lied right to their faces.
“That’s not true.” Anne starts. Her own voice sounded foreign to her. She was staring at Sasha, who only gave Grime a light frown of confusion.
“That’s not true, Sasha.” It’s at that moment that Sasha finally looks at her.
They stare at each other for what feels like hours, Anne suddenly and vividly remembering the last time they were both almost in the same situation, years ago.
Both 13, and Anne feeling almost the same confusion and rage she feels right now. The same kind of hurt. And honestly how dare she?
How dare she introduce herself with another name? How dare she lie so boldly, knowing damn well Anne was here?
Why did she not say her name clearly and with pride, as she always did all those years ago?
Just as she’s winding herself for a fight the same way they did that time, something on her little mental script changes.
Sasha doesn’t frown and screams back at Anne, no. That was 13 year old Sasha on Daxam.
This Sasha on Earth closes her eyes, bows her head, and tells her "I'm sorry. You're right, Anne.” And the pure shock of it silences Anne, making her hands spasm, accidentally cracking the arm rests of the chair she was sitting on.
She keeps staring, watching as Sasha turns to the side to address Yunan again.
"My name is Sasha Lar-Grand, from the- the former planet of Daxam." She says. Voice low but clear. Her head is still down.
Anne keeps staring, but she feels like she can’t hear anything over the loudness of her own thoughts.
She doesn’t know how to feel. About what? Truly, everything. Whatever she might have thought about Sasha, it seems it’s all wrong now. And however she might feel about her right now, deep sorrow keeps coming to the forefront of it.
Because even after all these years, she truly thought that Krypton's death would not affect Daxam.
How foolish is she? For thinking that. For hoping.
She’s still thinking about it all when she finds herself tunning into the conversation apparently going on right now, catching the end of whatever Grime was saying.
“...the youngest in our history to do so." He finished, puffing his chest like a proud father.
Risking a glance at Sasha, she sees her seated more regularly, glancing at Grime with a small smile.
Oh Rao, curiosity is itching inside her now.
And turning to her girlfriend, she becomes aware that she’s not the only one.
Anne knows that look on Marcy’s eyes. The same look she gets when figuring out unknown or alien tech.
Or that time she built a pipe bomb with office supplies.
For the second time today, Anne feels pity for Sasha, looking at the Daxamite who looks like Bambi in front of a Ford Truck.
She can only guess what Marcy has in store for her.
“Rao above grants you help, Sash. You’re going to need it.”